Eyes On The Prize, Man’s Demise

“The Boobs were just too much for me!”

That was what I was thinking.  I was playing my match on court 7 and we had some spectators!  Sometimes I was watching the spectators more than they were watching me.

We were having a heated battle on court.   I was playing my arch-rival, Fred.   I REALLY did not want to lose to Fred.  I had a very strong feeling that if Fred were to defeat me he would take a photo and post it to Instagram and then he might also tag me on his Facebook.   I could not let this happen.

He served.  I returned.  He hit his forehand.  I stepped in and really nailed my backhand down-the-line.   Fred let out a lame grunt “ugh!” and Fred missed.   “Nice point ME!”  I say in my head.

A beautiful lady walks by.   She is wearing yoga pants and a blue top.  There is a nice bounce to her.  She has brown hair.   I begin to imagine me and this sexy but unknown woman together.   The ball flies past me.   “ACE!” Yells Fred.        Damnit.  I have lost my focus.

One of the girls watching me as a spectator takes off her jacket.   Her shirt is way too low cut and her nipple is making an appearance.  “Damn this is distracting.”  I think in my head.    Meanwhile the match is occurring but I am totally out of sorts.

I get my head together and get myself back into the match.   I get a little bit hot and begin to win more points.    As I am getting my rhythm a group of ladies walk by.   They are all wearing tennis clothes and had finished their match.   There was a beautiful blonde girl with bouncing hair and short spandex pants.   “Is this my future wife?   Should I play mixed doubles with her?   I wonder if we will have a family together?”   My mind was racing but I had taken my eyes off the prize.    ZING!   The ball flies past me.  “ACE!” yells Fred.

I was truly having a hard time focusing on court.  I just kept on fantasizing about these beautiful women.  It is so hard to focus on balls when you just love boobs so much.

(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)